10-14-2013, 04:26 PM
The light of the candle flickered across the smirking face or Captain Jonoth Shyemlye. The flame seemed to dance with his eyes, which darted across the note he'd been expecting. "Good news. No....GREAT news!" he'd muttered, not loud enough to awaken any of the crew that had gone ashore to partake in the sinful delights of Booty Bay.
The Captain had earlier received word of his first claim: a galleon sitting in the Gilnean Bay with only passing eyes noting its presence. The galleon would need to be refit and armed, but its spacious hold would serve him well, and the ship itself was not in terrible shape despite the violence in the region. He had thought to himself that his First Mate's silver tongue would fill it to the brim, and be off with it in the night as he had done with one of the locals' wife. "No, not First Mate. Captain Blades." He had to remind himself of the plan, and that his most trusted allies would soon be taking the lead of their own ships.
Speaking of his most trusted, it was the news that he'd just received that would be welcome on the large ears of his Goblin Cannoneer, soon to be a Captain himself. The second ship was a frigate, built to slug it out in the open waters, and well equipped with its own arsenal. "Agald will find a way to improve upon it further," he thought, "So long as we find a way to tow it." The ship way said to be in perfect condition, but beached along the shore near the remnants of Menethil Harbor. It would have to be towed off the sand and into the sea, all without drawing the fire of the nearby patrols, or the nearby Murloc tribes. A tough catch, but worth the risk. There would need to be a crew already on the ship as it was dragged, ready to sail as soon as it found respite in the water.
The Captain rolled up the correspondence, turning his attention to the weather-beaten journal on his desk. The page was turned to a sketch of a sword, or rather many different ones. Some blades were more cutlass in design, while others appeared more like sabres. Scribbles adorned the side where runes may go, and Jonoth stroked his chin in thought. "A buccaneer knight." A smile crossed his face. "May the wind and water have mercy on the souls of those in our path."
The Captain had earlier received word of his first claim: a galleon sitting in the Gilnean Bay with only passing eyes noting its presence. The galleon would need to be refit and armed, but its spacious hold would serve him well, and the ship itself was not in terrible shape despite the violence in the region. He had thought to himself that his First Mate's silver tongue would fill it to the brim, and be off with it in the night as he had done with one of the locals' wife. "No, not First Mate. Captain Blades." He had to remind himself of the plan, and that his most trusted allies would soon be taking the lead of their own ships.
Speaking of his most trusted, it was the news that he'd just received that would be welcome on the large ears of his Goblin Cannoneer, soon to be a Captain himself. The second ship was a frigate, built to slug it out in the open waters, and well equipped with its own arsenal. "Agald will find a way to improve upon it further," he thought, "So long as we find a way to tow it." The ship way said to be in perfect condition, but beached along the shore near the remnants of Menethil Harbor. It would have to be towed off the sand and into the sea, all without drawing the fire of the nearby patrols, or the nearby Murloc tribes. A tough catch, but worth the risk. There would need to be a crew already on the ship as it was dragged, ready to sail as soon as it found respite in the water.
The Captain rolled up the correspondence, turning his attention to the weather-beaten journal on his desk. The page was turned to a sketch of a sword, or rather many different ones. Some blades were more cutlass in design, while others appeared more like sabres. Scribbles adorned the side where runes may go, and Jonoth stroked his chin in thought. "A buccaneer knight." A smile crossed his face. "May the wind and water have mercy on the souls of those in our path."